Wild Buffalo Betty where are you?

There’s a mouse holing up under the fridge,

The catnip has been spilled on the steps,

There’s a line of toys on the trail

That’s backed up to Tombstone.

There’s a chuck wagon short a can of tuna,

Gunfighters are due here at noon,

Wild Buffalo Betty where are you?

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There’s a mouse holing up under the fridge,

The catnip has been spilled on the steps,

There’s a line of toys on the trail

That’s backed up to Tombstone.

There’s a chuck wagon short a can of tuna,

Gunfighters are due here at noon,

Wild Buffalo Betty where are you?

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Agent 028 where are you?

There’s a mad scientist in the Bronx,

His hideout’s in the Alps.

There’s a conspiracy theory in Hawaii,

That’s turning out to be quite righty.

There’s a navy short a sub,

That food’s not good to snub.

Agent 028 where are you?

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There’s a mad scientist in the Bronx,

His hideout’s in the Alps.

There’s a conspiracy theory in Hawaii,

That’s turning out to be quite righty.

There’s a navy short a sub,

That food’s not good to snub

Agent 028 where are you?

Mouse acres

(As sung by Wild Buffalo Betty and Agent 028 in order)


Mouse acres is the cat’s meow.

Mouse ranching is the life for me.

Catnip spreading out so far and wide.

Keep the sofa, just give me that countryside.

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The sofa is where I’d rather stay.

I get tired chasing mice.

I just adore an ear scratch.

But did you say catnip?

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The mice!

The naps!

The catnip!

Okay you got me there!

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Mouse acres here we come!

Home on the blog

Tonight I thought I’d treat you to a song… Or a parade of a song if you insist.
(Set to the tune of Home on the Range)

Oh give me a blog where viewers roam,
Where the likes and the comments play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word (depending on your spam settings),
And the stats are not cloudy all day.

Home, home on the blogosphere,
Where the likes and the comments play,
Where seldom is SEO abused,
And the stats are not flat all day.

Where the theme is so pure, and the fonts so free,
The words so clear and light,
That I would not exchange my home on the blogosphere,
For all of google links so bright.

Oh give me the tags and categories,
And the powerful widgets buried in menus,
Yes give me the dashboard where the blogger can tweak,
And the spam queue can be found.

How often at night, when the stats are all flat,
With the light of my tablet,
Have I sat here amazed, and asked as I gazed,
If my posts had been published or not.

I love the wild spam comments in this bright blogosphere of ours,
I love the wild all caps comments,
The post and tags, and category trees,
That shine in the options so clear.

Thanks for reading, I hope you’ve enjoyed this. Feel free to offer any tweaks.